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A pleasant shiver went through her at his words, both from what he'd said and how he'd said it. His voice definitely did something for her. Saffron just had time to smile in response before Eames was kissing her, a kiss she returned in earnest, her hands sliding up his arms

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Saffron nodded. "It really is, believe it or not. Just my luck, finding you," she murmured. This wasn't something she'd planned on happening today, not by a long shot, but it was without a doubt a very pleasant development.

She thought of her office, and immediately dismissed the idea. That had been her and Warrick's place, and she couldn't bring herself to take anyone else in there. There was another place, though, that would be perfect, a place that was being kept nice and tidy even though it was closed down.

Saffron kissed Eames again, lingering a little, then took him by the hand and led him over to the concealed entrance to the Champagne Room. "Follow the tunnel until you reach the room at the end," she instructed, showing him the way in. "I'll be right behind you."

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Following her lead without any hesitation, Eames couldn't help raising his eyebrows at the passageway he was being shown, turning his gaze from it to her after a moment. "Well, isn't this a well-kept secret," he said slowly, syllables drawn out, clearly pleased with the idea. Just where he was going, he didn't know, but in that moment, at least, he trusted her, her interest as apparent as he suspected his own was. He wasn't sure why there would have been a concealed tunnel in a strip club, but he could inquire about that once they'd reached their destination. Stepping forward into it, he said over his shoulder, "I suppose I'll see you in a moment, then, darling."

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Once he'd headed off down the passageway, Saffron dashed into her little office and grabbed a couple of condoms, took a few moments to make sure she was looking her sexiest, and then went to meet Eames.

"This is our Champagne Room," she said as she entered, going over to where he was waiting. "VIPs and private parties only. It's been closed for a while, though, since I don't have enough staff to cover it."

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"That's a shame," Eames replied, turning to face her from where he had been admiring the room. "It's nice." More importantly, though, now, it was convenient, affording them privacy while there was still time before the club opened. If this really was known about by so few, then there was no chance of interruption, and they didn't exactly need anyone to walk in with where this was heading. Stepping towards her, he let one corner of his mouth lift a little higher. "And it is your birthday, so I suppose one could say we're celebrating."

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"One could say that," Saffron agreed, meeting Eames halfway and winding her arms around his shoulders. He had broad shoulders, which she definitely liked, and the height difference between them wasn't enormous like with so many guys, which was kind of refreshing. "Now, where were we..." She leaned into him, her lips hovering an inch from his.

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Though it was hardly unclear why they'd been coming down here, Eames had to smile at a lead-in like that, one arm wrapping around her waist. "Mm, somewhere around here, I think," he murmured, and without waiting for a response, pressed his mouth to hers, nothing less than intent. His free hand, he slid up over her jaw and into her hair, keeping her close, though he knew full well that she wasn't about to pull away.

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Saffron definitely wasn't moving anywhere but closer, and her arms tightened around him as she returned his kiss in kind. Heat pooled low in her belly, a pleasantly intense kind of desire the likes of which she hadn't felt much in a while. "Come over here with me," she said quietly once they finally broke the kiss; she took hold of his hand and led him over to one of the couches, directing him to sit.

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Though Eames raised his eyebrows, just a little, at the direction, he was hardly about to protest. If anything, it only served to heighten his interest, how forthcoming she was. Taking a seat on the couch as indicated, hand still around hers, he smiled up at her, nothing less than suggestive. "Alright," he said slowly, letting the syllable drag out, curious. "Going to join me, love?"

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Instead of answering, she moved to straddle his lap and sat herself down, directing his hand to her upper thigh. "You don't have a problem with assertive women, do you, honey?" she asked with a smirk, then took his face in both her hands and kissed him, long and hard.

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"Oh, not at all," Eames murmured against her mouth, almost as if to himself, having eased back more for air than to speak; that he absolutely had no problem at all was likely more than obvious. Fingers pressing into her thigh where she'd placed his hand, the other lifted to tangle in her hair, more for something to do that wasn't rushing ahead than anything else. The way she'd taken the lead so far admittedly only made him want to see how she would continue. "By all means, keep being assertive."

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Saffron slipped a hand up beneath Eames' shirt and brushed light fingers along the warm skin of his abdomen. "Count on it," she said, a little breathily. Her lips found the scruffy line of his jaw, and she worked her way back to his ear, the hand in his shirt climbing a little higher as she did so. They had time, and she wanted to enjoy this thoroughly.

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With a low, appreciative sound, Eames let his head tip to the side as her mouth moved along his jaw, hand inching just slightly up her thigh, more for the sake of not being passive than anything else. Just sitting back wasn't something he could do; working with what he was given, though, that was a different story, and that they were clearly going to drag this out was more than fine by him. He'd been in need of the distraction, after all, and having nothing to focus on but her was better than he could have hoped for. "I will, then."

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Saffron sucked lightly on his earlobe and finished with a light nibble before continuing on down his neck. She didn't have much of an interest in talking, just then, but Eames could have kept up an endless stream of monologues and that would have been just fine with her. She shifted her hips into him, tilting for a bit of friction.

"Tell me what you like," she said, her lips against his skin where neck met shoulder.